Today, during the last class of the day, first grade, with one of my very favorite kids, things went awry. He is often a handful, on the spectrum, and all over the place sometimes, but he cracks me up and I love hanging out next to him. Today he did not return those feelings at all. There was a stool up over his head at one point, and then scissors in his fist being shook at us. He was so angry, and unable, or unwilling, to communicate what was wrong. The scissors were finally put down, and he was taken to the support room. I wish we could've understood.
Moon continues to maneuver through new teenage things. I wish I could convince him that I do understand.
Blue is working hard to let us know that he's his own person with his own life now. Sigh, I wish he could understand how I can be both sad and glad about this.
Number seven has barely begun, and is now packed up with the other six. They're coming along with me tomorrow to visit my sister in Rhode Island for a week. Everyone is this house understands that I'm so very glad for some time away from it all. There will be some days by the sea...I can't wait.
I hope you all find restful spaces in the upcoming week.